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[commander_bitch]

[over by the barrier, you'll make out a familiar face. One that's been in camp for quite some time, so it probably looks odd that he's looking at the barrier like he's never seen it before. You may note that instead of the white uniform he's usually seen in, he's now in a red uniform. More notable, however, is the huge scar running across his face

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[tsuntsunarunaru]

[working on his laptop and not looking up at, still with all his memories, btw]

One would think you'd see the futility of it after the first few attempts.

[commander_bitch]

--shut up!

[tsuntsunarunaru]

Loud.

[commander_bitch]

Just because you're comfortable being in a dump like this doesn't mean everybody else enjoys wasting their time like you do.

[tsuntsunarunaru]

Instead of breaking your fist against the barrier, you could work on finding the generator or the mystic responsible to having it there in the first place.

[continues to type away on his computer]

[commander_bitch]

What the hell are you talking about?

[tsuntsunarunaru]

Brains over brawn.

[commander_bitch]

I have both.

And why don't you figure that one out, then? Since you seem to keen on judging.

[tsuntsunarunaru]

[giving a Look]

I've been researching nonstop since I've arrived here.

[commander_bitch]

Some job you're doing on that.

[tsuntsunarunaru]

There's only so much that can be done with limited equipment. Of course she would see fit to install meddlesome software onto them as well.

[commander_bitch]

That just sounds like an excuse.

[tsuntsunarunaru]

It's more than what you're offering.

[commander_bitch]

I'm working on that now. AND I probably have more to offer than you.

[tsuntsunarunaru]

... by breaking your knuckles against the barrier. Of course. Feel free to continue with the abysmal attempts.

[commander_bitch]

I HAVE MORE PLANS!